All that got me thinking about words, friends, the feelings of stuck-ness that can settle in on you in a place, especially when you’re young, and what might happen if you started thinking about words, friends, and magic alike being scattered. That’s where it started, and once the characters started to take shape, the story took shape around them.
Read MoreInterview with Author S.L. Harris
If anyone had ever needed to fly, it was Prentiss just then. Fly up and out of the world of doors slamming and money fights and school fights and dollar-store-dinner fights and people screaming and leaving, or crying and leaving, or just leaving. But Flyboy was gone now, really gone, and Prentiss wouldn’t fly again.
Read MoreThe Words That Make Us Fly
The little girl looked her father askance. He nodded. She kissed the cheek he turned for her, and returned grudgingly to her mother who dragged her to the corner of the house.
Mukoro sighed and closed his eyes, and the numbers and equations came unbidden to him as they usually did.
Read MoreDestiny Delayed
I spent a long time living with a self-imposed fallacy that I had to somehow pick one creative pursuit and that was the Only Thing. And beyond that, I had to pick one genre, one thing that people could recognize as My Wheelhouse, and that would be the Thing.
Read MoreWrite Me a Story Without Words
We are looking for your darkest, strangest microfiction in the form of user manuals, FAQs, and how-to guides for the use of (or by) robots!
Read MoreStrange Machines: An Anthology of Dark User Manuals
A dense population of trees stand guard at the end of the field, and it would be so easy to slip into the wilderness and never return. She considers following the fox and vanishing into the twilight with crepuscular animals. A nighttime hunt, the excitement and energy it must bring—when was the last time she felt that alive?
Read MoreAfter the Twilight Fades
He's been building up inventory for a while in preparation for the gift-giving season. Phalanxes of pocket robots stand on his bookshelves, his eating counter, and the shelf over his bed.
Read MoreThe State Street Robot Factory
It is a journey to realms, places, and cultures I could barely imagine nearly a decade ago, one where I’ve met memorable characters and immersed myself in delightful, enthralling stories from writers and cultures around the world.
Read MoreTraveling Beyond Europe’s Walls
I feel the tack prick harder than it did this morning, because with T there was something abyss-like that might have swallowed me, had he not left me first.
Read MoreThey Could Have Been Yours